Northern Mang Empire, Shangdu City.
Within the glittering, golden Royal City, a host of powerful figures entered the imperial palace.
Inside the great hall, the Northern Mang emperor sat high upon his throne, a gleaming golden wolf crown upon his head. Born with extraordinary features-a lion's nose and a wolf's eyes-he radiated immense majesty.
Along two golden tables each a hundred feet long, all seven Golden Families had assembled, while Northern Mang's leading ministers sat stiffly upright.
The Royal City Sanctioner declared furiously:
"That monster in the Central Plains has usurped power and seized the regency, holding the emperor hostage to command Great Qian! Now he has the audacity to boast that he will eradicate the Grasslands Empire in one stroke!"
The great hall fell silent, its atmosphere rigid as iron.
The powerful figures wore grave expressions.
The news had long since spread throughout the Central Plains and swept across the Northern Mang grasslands like a swarm of locusts.
The Judge slammed the table and rose, sweeping his arm as he roared:
"Your Majesty the Khan, we suffered every humiliation in that battle! Our grassland warriors cannot hold their heads high. A fierce rage burns in their hearts, and they swear to slaughter every Han Slave of Great Qian!"
His words rang with passion, yet no one responded.
Their expressions only grew grimmer.
That battle had already been terrifying beyond measure, seemingly impossible to surpass. Yet compared with Jia Huan's coup, it actually seemed ordinary.
With fewer than thirty thousand men, he had routed the Capital Camp's three hundred thousand elite troops at astonishing speed.
The Jiang guardian had beaten Heaven by half a move, overturning the natural order and turning night into day.
A feat so miraculous it defied imagination!
Yet that supreme warrior had been crippled by a